Wanderlust: 002 (The Meetings Sextet) by Mary Kirchoff & Steve Winter

Author:Mary Kirchoff & Steve Winter [Kirchoff, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9780786963225
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2012-05-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

The Ultimate Betrayal

The thing that annoyed Delbridge most about the tiny cell he was in was the damp, putrid smell of rot that even fresh straw could not overcome. He tried inhaling in small gulps through his mouth for a while, which helped, but also gave him a sore throat.

He hated the boredom, too. The cell was dark, as there was no window, not even a crack around the door, so he had long since lost track of time. For a while he kept busy counting the stone blocks on the floor by feeling them with his fingers, but he also encountered other things—things that disgusted him by the very touch—so he stopped and lost count at thirty-three. He listened to the sound of water dripping in the distance and counted drips, too, but he gave up at nine-hundred-seventy-two when it began to rain and the drips turned into an indistinguishable torrent.

Eventually someone opened the huge wooden door, but Delbridge’s eyes were so unused to light that he could make out no more than a vague, man-shaped outline in the glaring doorway. He tried questioning the person, to crawl after him, but whoever it was only growled and flung something on the floor and slammed the door in Delbridge’s face. On the cold stone blocks he found a piece of stale, fuzzy bread and a water skin whose contents smelled like the inside of the animal the container was made from. Even the corpulent Delbridge was not hungry enough for that.

Just keeping his mind on the petty things that annoyed him became his chief occupation, because the alternative was thinking about the really big things, like his predicament. His sheer helplessness left him panicky. He had never before been caught in a situation out of which he could not lie, cheat, steal, or wheedle; he simply did not know how to respond to a crisis where he had no apparent options.

When would someone come so he could explain away this terrible mistake? The day before, he had appeared before Lord Curston and seen a vision of disaster befalling the knight’s only son. This imprisonment had to be related to that, because he had done nothing else since coming to Tantallon.

Why was he being punished? If Delbridge’s vision had been averted, everyone should be happy; they should be showering him with rewards. And if nothing had happened to threaten Lord Curston’s son, they should be even happier. Surely he was not being treated this way because they thought him a charlatan?

Suddenly it hit him that there was another possibility. What if something unspeakable had happened to Squire Rostrevor? Delbridge gulped. The possibility had seemed so remote yesterday. Surely, between the knight’s guards and the wizard Balcombe’s spells, the boy was safe from whatever threatened him.

But what if he wasn’t? Something had certainly gotten him in the vision. Perhaps the vision had come true, and now Delbridge was in prison.

They thought he was involved somehow! It was the only reasonable explanation. The boy had disappeared and the knight was blaming Delbridge.

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